Meadow only gulped but didn’t dare say it again. She knew her rose was going to get put to work later tonight, though.
Their bodies moved together like the song had pulled them into the same rhythm with her ass bouncing, his hips catching every hit, and their breaths brushing each other’s skin. She felt the heat rolling off him, the way his chest rose and fell quicker than before, the way his grip got tighter each time she pushed back.
Zaire leaned in again, his breath hitting the side of her neck. Meadow felt the pulse in her throat jump…felt the beat thudding under her ribs…felt him steady her like he needed her body just as much as she needed the music.
“You a problem.” The scent of the bourbon and weed mixed against his skin like the best cologne she’d ever smelled.
She smiled without opening her eyes. “You started it.”
“You want me to finish it?” He slid one hand up her ribcage, justexploring the lines of her body.
Her knees wobbled but she wouldn’t dare fall. She had too much going on to fall.
Rena scoffed, storming onto the dance floor and physically cutting between them like she was breaking up a fight. “My turn.”
Meadow stepped back with her hands up. “Have fun.”
Zaire’s jaw ticked. He tried to step around Rena, but she grabbed his arm and dragged him into a sway she thought was sexy.
Meadow cackled, shaking her head.
Brent immediately appeared at her side. “You wanna dance?”
She lifted her brows. “You’re fast.”
He shrugged. “You looked lonely.”
“I’m not,” she said, but she took his hand anyway.
Brent pulled her in close, his hand on her hip. “You good?”
“I’m vibin’. You?”
“Jealous,” he admitted with a smirk.
“Oh.” She was too high to say anything else.
He laughed. “You cold as hell.”
“I’m not,” she laughed, knowing she could be tough on men. Usually, she’d play along with Brent’s flirting but tonight all she wanted to do was touch and tease Zaire. But for how long, though? How long would Zaire be around until he packed up and went on his merry way like all the other golfers? Meadow didn’t know, so it was best for her to keep Brent tucked in her pocket for when life went back to normal. He was handsome and had a little money. There potential was there.
But while Brent talked, Meadow’s eyes drifted over his shoulder to Zaire dancing with Rena. He didn’t touch her like he’d touched Meadow…wasn’t growling in her ear and was barely in sync with her choppy movements. Zaire looked atMeadow, watching her like she was gravity and he was being pulled whether he wanted to or not.
Every turn…every sway…every step she took with Brent…Zaire tracked her like a wolf in the woods.
Their eyes stayed locked across the floor… hungry… annoyed… amused… curious and full of everything neither of them wanted to say.
The four of them eventually drifted from the dance floor after a few more songs.
Meadow slid into the booth first.
Zaire followed, his jaw tight from Rena’s little performance.
He finished the rest of his bourbon in one slow swallow, then he looked at Meadow.
Her cheeks were flushed…her eyes glossy…her smile lazy and dangerous.
“Yeah,” Zaire tapped the table, making decisions for her. “You done for tonight.”
